Saturday, February 28, 2015

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

In the world of highways, a beautiful landscape means: an island of beauty connected by a long line with other islands of beauty. How to live in a world with which you disagree? How to live with people when you neither share their suffering nor their joys? When you know that you don’t belong among them? Our century refuses to acknowledge anyone’s right to disagree with the world. All that remains of such a place is the memory, the ideal of a cloister, the dream of a cloister.

The majority of people lead their existence within a small idyllic circle bounded by their family, their home, and their work... They live in a secure realm somewhere between good and evil. They are sincerely horrified by the sight of a killer. And yet all you have to do is remove them from this peaceful circle and they, too, turn into murderers, without quite knowing how it happened.

~Milan Kundera

BorderlinesWhere do I draw the lines?Of freedom and its confinesIs it blurred?Bedimmed as it seems to meOr is it zagged?As Life is supposed to be?Many came and chalk talked about youYou, I studied and watched endlesslyBrute BorderlinesWhy you are still a mystery to me?Instilling a streak of fearYet sometimesYou do scent like securitySweet SuretyWhy you are so full of ennui?Like a lone filament in a bubbleGlows of bond and immunityAre you a noble thing?Stringed to me as my sanctuaryOr it’s just me with my fickle fancy?Borderlines, shed this obscurityBefore MeUndrape the Babe of Reality

Sunday, February 22, 2015

So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.